Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
The Happenings,
Zapp,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Crime,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
The Sound,
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.